近水楼台先得月，向阳花木易为春。

Its been interesting problems plaguing the heart and mind in this next step. New steps, old dreams. Where do these pensive thoughts reside during the busy hours? How do they re-materialize, catching you unawares, surprising yourself with spine-tingling, stomache churning cringes. Welts of memory and vague emotions wash over you. Familiar smells. You expect someone at the door.

Do you let them go? or cling to each straw? God, help me, for I need wisdom.

"He who lives near the water, sees first the moon
Spring arrives easily, for those near nature."